The room faded in and out of existence. First a blur, then total darkness.

Slowly the blurs became clearer. The beating of Synyx's heart could be both felt and heard.

The room was still very much real, the moss very much alive.

Xangatsu and the Xicarta still very much missing.

Synyx finally gathered strength and was able to sit up. He couldn't believe this was actually happening to him. He was trying to think of another escape route. He looked around, but was interrupted by the moss.

"Ah! You are awake. Very good timing; very good indeed. We are merely minutes away from Detalosed. Have you calmed down?"

Synyx remembered going into Elementite Overtake earlier. Feeling like a child, he reluctantly answered, "Yes."

"Good. Now get dressed."

Synyx walked over to his clothes, still neatly stacked, and unfolded them. He felt like a prisoner in this room. No matter what it was like on the alien planet of Detalosed... it must be better than this.

As he slipped on his shoes, the last bit of his clothing, the moss made another announcement. "Welcome, Synyx.... Welcome... to Detalosed!"

Synyx looked around in the ship for a window of some sort. "...Where is it?"

"Look down."

And as soon as he did, the floor disappeared. He began to fall, but only ten feet, maybe less. It hadn't hurt, but one look around made Synyx feel very uncomfortable. All around him was an orange-tinted sand. My God.... It's everywhere.

When Synyx finally decided to look up for the space ship, he saw nothing. Next to him was a single palm tree and a puddle of water, a meter across and maybe a little more than a foot deep.

Suddenly, the familiar voice protruded Synyx's ears once again. "This, Synyx, is your battleground. EVERYWHERE, Synyx, is your battleground. You will fight anyone, anywhere, at any given moment." By now, Synyx had discovered the voice was coming from a small patch of moss on the back of his left hand.

"And if I refuse?" Synyx felt certain that at least some of his opponents had not been very evil. It was one of the very few things he felt certain about.

"Then your precious sword will be lost. We can communicate with the others, too. We can lead them to the weapon right now if we pleased.

"But where's the fun in that?" it continued.

Fun? What's fun about killing innocent people? Synyx gave out a sigh and began to walk forward, toward the unmoving horizon.

OoC: Sorry if this seems "off" from my usual writing style, I was tired.

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By Sugarpoultry